crystal
you white down
infinite land
of spirit
vastness of our dreams
escapes
leaves
the train of oblivion
leaves…
rattle of wheels
could be still heard with soul
at times
and while staring into space
one could see
the way
only rails
bringing
rattle
on great
distance
only them
staring into space
shall see
across the fields
meadows
far away…
(transl. by Annaya Chomczyk)
Dorota Szumilas
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